A decent woman

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Anyway, I don't know what she was thinking when she came. She was wearing a coat, her long hair was permed and flowing, and even without dressing up, her figure was still so upright. I was stunned for a long time watching her walk towards me, not reacting until she got closer. Then, I panicked and rushed to buy tickets, popcorn, and drinks. She seemed to notice my nervousness and smiled slightly. She ignored me, and I felt a surge of joy. Let's not talk about what happened during the movie—there weren't any passionate scenes you might be thinking about, which is impossible, because a woman like her wouldn't be with a strange man and never thought of anything else; she was just simply watching a movie, reminiscing about her youthful days. I was just there to keep her company. Later, I learned that a few years ago she met an art teacher, and they got along very well. That guy had tried to grope her during a movie, so she'd never been interested in movies. Until I, an honest guy, made her feel safe. This time, she was probably in a bad mood, so she came without thinking about what would happen between us. I didn't think about anything either; I just felt like I'd taken another small step forward. This time, however, revealed her true feelings. After the movie, I casually suggested going to karaoke, but she refused outright! She asked me to take her home, which I reluctantly did. Later that night, she messaged me on her alternate account saying she couldn't sleep. We talked a lot, and she told me about her obsession with the movie. Perhaps I reassured her, because she subtly asked if I had feelings for her. Of course, I denied it, only saying I liked her, feeling she was incredibly pure and beautiful, like the girl next door. She was clearly touched, saying that given my behavior, she accepted my confession. But it absolutely couldn't interfere with her family life—and work meant we couldn't contact each other casually. I was overjoyed and agreed! As long as we could talk, there was a glimmer of hope ahead. Around March, after the pandemic, we went to eat hot pot together. She loves spicy food. We went to karaoke together, and she drank some red wine, her face flushed, her eyes dreamy, her snow-white skin shimmering with a captivating white. I initially didn't dare get too close, just gazing at her affectionately, while she shyly looked away. Finally, perhaps out of embarrassment, she whispered, "What do I like about her?" I certainly couldn't tell the truth, so I took her hand. And let me clarify, her hand wasn't the soft, delicate kind; she was probably tall, so her hands were large and quite thick. But they were fair and strong, and she easily pushed me away. Her voice trembled as she said, "This won't do." I knew I couldn't rush things, so I patiently told her about my feelings for her over the years. It was true; I'd been infatuated with her for almost ten years, and I never really thought about what would happen. Finally, I asked her how she felt, and she made me promise never to tell anyone. That's when I found out—her husband had become distant in recent years. Apparently, he'd gotten involved with that petite, slender woman at her workplace. She'd found out by secretly looking at her phone; no wonder she kept asking me about that woman, making me incredibly nervous. These last few times she went out with me, she probably wanted to understand what men were really like. I finally understood her thoughts, so I moved closer to her again. This time, I grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go. She tried to pull away, but her grip was surprisingly strong—she exercises regularly, you know. This time, I didn't let her break free. I looked deeply into her eyes and whispered sweet nothings for a long time. Finally, she softened and let me hold her hand. But her wariness of me increased, most directly in her words. She warned me not to violate her or she would get angry and ignore me, her eyes filled with determination. Speaking of which, I want to tell everyone that a truly virtuous woman won't easily do what you want with someone, as you might think. Regarding some young men saying, "Use force! You're a man!"—haha, I can only say you really don't understand the thoughts and desires of virtuous women. And so, we had our first intimate encounter. After that, we both kept our online accounts open, checking in on each other every day. We could talk about anything, even once about how her man was particularly large and rough, causing her considerable pain. I could only comfort her and tell her the reason. Maybe the foreplay wasn't enough, or maybe he wasn't gentle enough. She didn't ask any further questions, and never asked such questions again. Opportunity always favors the prepared. Summer arrived in the blink of an eye, and everyone was letting loose because of the pandemic. Our company also organized a poverty alleviation activity, which involved going out for fun. She and I were in a group; it wasn't originally supposed to be just the two of us, but the other woman had retired early and went home. She probably didn't feel comfortable with the others, so she chose me. That day, she wore a suit skirt, which made her figure look even more elegant, especially her round, full hips. The elderly farmers involved in the poverty alleviation program probably looked at her a few times, their hearts fluttering. On the way back, she texted me saying she wanted to eat mutton. I was overjoyed! Mutton is very nutritious, but also considered a "heaty" food, so I chatted with her casually, especially about my admiration and devotion to her. She completely ignored me. After getting off the bus, we split up; I went to order food, and she took a detour to meet me. First, the restaurant had to be neither too far nor too close to our city, making her feel safe, and she could go home after eating. Second, it also made her feel less wary of me. I remember the lamb we ate was incredibly fresh, supposedly just slaughtered. She loved the stir-fried flavor and kept eating it, even though she's usually very careful about her diet and worried about gaining weight. We quickly finished our sumptuous dinner, and she got sleepy and suggested we go back. I suggested we walk around, saying we were too full, and she readily agreed. She probably didn't realize lamb is considered a "heating" food; walking for a while made her feel hot all over, and soon she couldn't stand it anymore, complaining about the heat. I told her there was a hot spring hotel nearby, and suggested we rest there. She looked at me, probably thinking I had no bad intentions—and besides, my positive attitude and sincere eyes reassured her. After all, they say the eyes are the bed of the soul, not the windows. When we leisurely walked to the hot spring hotel, she was already drenched in sweat, and more importantly, she probably needed to use the restroom and, without a second thought, rushed straight in! I stared in disbelief for a long time before quickly checking us in. The staff gave me a bewildered look. When I got to the room, she looked at me warily for a long time and insisted on going back. I tried to persuade her, saying the hot spring was nice and she could try it, and that she could go back if she didn't like it, since I was exhausted. Maybe out of curiosity, she went to bathe! But two hours passed and she still hadn't come, so I went to ask her. It turned out she was feeling weak all over, probably from the heat or the mutton, which I think had some Chinese medicine in it. She said she was incredibly tired and the longer she soaked, the more tired she became. In the end, she even offered to open two rooms, saying she snores in her sleep—mainly to keep an eye on me. At this point, I basically stopped thinking about it. I slept until midnight when it started raining. A cool breeze woke me up, and when I checked my phone, she had texted me asking if I was asleep. I said no. She asked why I hadn't replied for so long. I said I was asleep. So I went back to sleep, having given up. About half an hour later, just as I was drifting off to sleep, she said her stomach was upset. I rushed over to check on her—it turned out she had drunk cold water and had gotten heartburn from the mutton. I had no choice but to brave the rain and buy her some Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid. Looking at myself, drenched in sweat and rain, she thanked me repeatedly, embarrassed. I was tired too, and seeing her bundled up, I figured she probably wouldn't have a chance. I was about to go back to sleep when she weakly said, "How about we chat for a bit? I can't sleep anyway." I immediately perked up and tried to sit next to her, but she glared at me, indicating I should sit on the side. I reluctantly sat down in the chair. Looks like she wasn't allowed near the bed. We chatted for a while, mostly about her school experiences, her work, and that art teacher. I said, "Since we're free, let me massage your feet." She hesitated for a long time, still considering, but I was already at her toes, waiting for her to stretch them out. After a while, she probably got tired and stretched her feet out. I knew how important this opportunity was; I had to respect her while also getting her to lower her guard. I must say, her feet were quite beautiful—plump, white, with no calluses or dead skin; they were very well-maintained! I gently massaged her, sometimes kneading the soles of her feet, sometimes loosening her joints. She relaxed comfortably, her previously stiff body slowly relaxing as well. Soon, I was sweating profusely and couldn't control myself. She looked embarrassed and said, "That's enough, you're tiring yourself out." I said I was fine, but a little desire stirred within me. Perhaps the massage had made her feel better, or perhaps the mutton had worked its magic. She suddenly asked me, "Have you ever kissed anyone?" I was stunned by the question and honestly answered that I had kissed my ex-girlfriend. We reminisced about our happy times in college. At this point, she was probably tired and sleepy, and I prepared to get up and go back to my room. I don't know if it was her languid manner when she got up to see me off, or her tall figure… but suddenly I grabbed her tightly, the kind of thing that's reckless. She reacted quickly, pushing me away forcefully, but I don't know if her legs went weak or what, but she collapsed onto the bed. I immediately pounced on her, holding her tightly until she couldn't move. She regained consciousness and struggled violently. If she hadn't been feeling unwell tonight, I really wouldn't have been able to hold her down. After a while, she glared at me and said, "Get up now or I'll scream!" Her eyes were resolute… I knew it was impossible. Hesitating, I tried to get up, but suddenly I pressed my lips to hers… She probably didn't expect that. I kissed her fiercely, and by the time she tried to resist, I was already on her lips. The taste was so strong—a strong smell of Huo Xiang Zheng Qi liquid! I looked steadily into her eyes and said, "Just let me kiss you once, okay?" She then…She pushed me away; she was indeed quite strong, her eyes filled with wariness and doubt. I put my arms around her neck, and she stared at me without saying a word… Perhaps my attitude surprised her, or perhaps she had been holding back all along, especially after the art teacher's provocation. She didn't speak, and I kissed her again. This time, she still refused, forcefully pushing me away, saying no. I ignored her and kissed her again, her hands pushing against my chest, trying to push me away. But I wouldn't give up. She sensed the danger and widened her eyes, hoping I would stop. She underestimated my will! I only wanted to force a kiss on her; her clenched teeth were useless against me. Her breathing became heavier and heavier; I knew she was exhausted and couldn't breathe through her nose for long! Sure enough, just as she was about to catch her breath, I burst in… In her haste, she bit my tongue, making me wince in pain. Her eyes said, "If you kiss me again, I'll bite your tongue." I don't know what came over me, but I ended up sucking on her tongue. By the time she realized something was wrong, we were already kissing. She was stunned for a long time, her eyes brimming with tears. I quickly stopped kissing her, and she turned away, sobbing uncontrollably. I was terrified—what was going on?! After a while, with my comforting words and pleading, she stopped crying and told me to leave so she could calm down. I sheepishly went back to my room. I thought it was over, but as I was showering and getting ready for bed, she texted me, asking me to come over. I went over nervously. She was curled up on the bed, looking at me angrily, saying, "This is our secret, don't tell anyone. Also, don't force her to do things she doesn't want to do!" I quickly agreed. Then she got down and said she'd continue the massage. I was overjoyed and immediately started massaging her feet. She was probably tired too—she said she was going to shower and told me to wait and not peek. I felt a sense of hope. She took off her clothes and put them in the cabinet by the door, which I couldn't see at all. Don't think she'd undress naked in front of you. Listening to the sound of running water, I felt hopeful! After she finished washing, she put her clothes back on. At this point, some might ask why she wasn't wearing pajamas! We didn't bring anything, so why would we wear pajamas? We basically don't use hotel supplies; it's our habit. I waited for her to come out. She dried her hair and stared at me intently. After a while, she said, "Let's turn off the lights and go to sleep." I stared at her blankly, not understanding. She looked at my silly expression and laughed, saying, "Let's go to sleep," and then playfully licked my eye. That's when I understood! We quickly turned off the lights and finally lay down on the same bed. There was another long silence. I gently took her hand, and she slapped it away but let me hold it. So I jumped up and pressed myself against her, kissing her hard on the lips. Her lips were small and comfortable, not too big or too small. This time she didn't resist, letting me kiss her until she was breathless. It seems she doesn't usually kiss. Later, when I asked her why, she said she liked kissing, but her husband smoked, which she didn't like! So, I was the one she kissed. During a breathless moment of kissing, I gently but urgently told her to give me her tongue! She closed her eyes and silently stuck out her tongue. As I gently licked her little tongue and we moved it back and forth in each other's mouths, I couldn't help but burst into tears. After ten years, I had finally kissed her. We kissed like that for a long time. We only let go when we were completely numb. She was probably a little shy and hid her head under the covers. Her slender curves were truly captivating. My hand involuntarily slipped under the covers, groping near her bra. She quickly pushed my hand away, and then I wasn't afraid anymore. I reached in from the other side and caressed her round buttocks. To be honest, her buttocks were so firm and bouncy, it was irresistible. Even through her skirt, it felt amazing! She slapped my hand away again, probably because it was too dark under the covers. She poked her head out and said not to force herself, that she couldn't bear it anymore. I felt that what I was doing wasn't right. I took the opportunity to kiss her again and then licked her earring, kissing her slowly. She sensed my intentions and trembled with nervousness. I didn't give her time to think too much, and I gently unhooked her bra. Under the black bra were two large, snow-white mounds. It was the first time I had ever seen such large breasts. Before I could even touch them, she covered her chest and pressed the blanket down tightly. I was stunned. What was going on? No matter how she tried to hide, she couldn't cover her long legs. She covered the top, but the bottom was still exposed. I quickly moved to the bottom, unzipping her skirt to expose her round buttocks. She probably sensed it and tried to cover herself again—unfortunately, she was too tall to cover herself completely. I saw her high, firm breasts again. This time, I grabbed them with both hands and rubbed them hard. She probably felt pain and opened her eyes, saying, "That's flesh, please be gentle!" I chuckled and said, "Then you have to cooperate and I'll be gentle." She nodded shyly. And so, she let me take off all her stockings and skirt. It was too dark to see much, except that her skin was very fair and she had a great figure—a little bit of belly fat, I guess. Later, during sex, I noticed her nipples were also a bit dark, and her labia were somewhat dark as well. She said it wasn't like this before; her partner's breasts were probably hers, so she got aroused and had sex with her—they've gotten darker quickly in recent years. I licked her entire body, and she kept trembling and saying it wasn't right. I knew it was her first time having sex, and she was probably excited and nervous. When I kissed her labia, she suddenly squeezed her legs together, saying no, not there, it's dirty. I asked if she'd ever licked me before. She hesitated for a long time and said never. I said, "Let's try." She opened her legs and I put my tongue inside. She trembled violently and then relaxed completely. When I put her clitoris in my mouth, she grabbed my head and squeezed me tightly. She made soft moaning sounds; I knew this was her sensitive spot. So I licked her clitoris even harder, and soon my face was covered in fluid. She probably couldn't take it anymore and glared at me, signaling me to hurry up. I took my penis out and held it in front of her. She gently rubbed it with her hand, then examined it inside and out, finally smelling it before licking it. Later I learned that her husband's penis was too big, causing her considerable pain each time. So, she learned to use her mouth to stimulate it over time. Now, some might ask, why would someone with such a large penis choose me? Good question. This is the mentality of these "good women." If conditions improved, they would want to try new things. It all depends on your patience and willpower. I've been with this "good woman" for over ten years! I almost ejaculated then—mainly because her breasts were so stimulating. When I inserted my penis, she sighed deeply and said I was no longer pure. I quickly comforted her, promising to treat her well. I won't go into the details of our sex; I was probably too aroused and ejaculated soon after. She didn't say anything, just stood there silently, lost in thought. It made me feel terrible. So, we quickly packed up and went home. After that, we lived peacefully. She remained a "good woman," and I continued to focus on my work! She works to support the family! When she's upset, she'll still contact me through a secondary account; when she's happy, she'll share her feelings with me! Sometimes, when I can't resist, she'll occasionally let me touch her breasts or buttocks, and very rarely, she'll give me oral sex! But most of the time, she ignores me! That's the bottom line for a decent woman and her understanding of life. [The End]

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